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Not supposed to be on Steepster. Not supposed to be even thinking about teas until next payday. Even though I have bunches of new tea swag. Payday is forever away. But I miss steepster, and I don’t feel good. Besides, I was saving this sample for a sick day, and I am sick. Shouldn’t hold a girl who isn’t feeling well to a deal she made with de debil when she could still breathe through her nose. And there isn’t any tea in this tea anyhow, so it’s not really a tea review.
This stuff deserves it’s own infomercial complete with outrageous claims and wide-eyed fake co-host surprise. I usually hate things that are good for me. This tastes amazing. (I added some honey because my throat is horrible, then found out that it is a great compliment to the flavor, as others have noted.) It is the impossible dream, real medicine that doesn’t taste like it already got sick once. But that’s not all… ! It’s even all organic! This is THE “sickly-seasonal herbal concoction”. I am stocking up for the winter once the income, energy, spirit and diet have cleared up from the consumerist winter seasonal holiday nightmare-event.
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I’ve been drinking this tea daily while at work, and it has really been good to me. Not only has it been consistently tasty, but it has been very forgiving when I am less attentive than it deserves. Mornings at work I need all the smiles I can eke out of my otherwise bleary face.
I think this may actually be the perfect tea. It’s just… everything. Words fail. Honey, vanilla, mushroom, yes. The mushroom sugar and kind of a cashew taste keep recombining in each sip, always there in different measure. There is a touch of spice in the back, it is really nice, but I am not sure what it is, I really can’t sort it. Others call it cinnamon, so I guess we can go with that. I keep getting a smooth feeling, with a warm barn fragrance even beyond the fungus smell which I keep relating to lanolin, and it won’t go away or just be called silky, even though I probably only think that because the name ‘fleece’ suggested it.
Speaking of fleece, this is so incredibly soft and sexy and golden gorgeous I wish it were my fleece. I could wear a sweater made of this stuff all winter if I wouldn’t be worried about messing up the flavor of the precious. :-)
Ack!! I over tea’d this cup! The swiped tea mug had it’s cruel, cruel revenge!
FYI, the difference between the s.o.‘s David’sTea Perfect Mug and the FORLIFE mug that I usually drink from is about 3 ounces. A 12 ounce capacity is not like a 15 oz. Do not just double the measurement and call it ‘close enough’ to two 8 oz cups. :-/
Edit: try two: less tea and more good.
I am by no means an expert on green teas. My ability to describe them generally begins with ‘fishy’ or ‘grassy’ and doesn’t extend far past that. I think I need a flavor wheel-type device. Do they make those?
This one. Hmm. Now that I ‘learned the cup’ I can see myself drinking a lot of this tea, so I am glad I have a good stockpile. I’ve had one failed and two successful 12 oz cups tonight. I like it. It is a tiny bit astringent, but not bothersomely so, a little grassy and a little sweet and floral smelling with just a hint of seaweed. Actually very well rounded.
This was FAR too easy to drink. Someone drank my tea again. :) It is 8 pm and I have downed far too much green tea, and now I have nothing left to review. Will try again soon.
Edited, the rematch! Round three: FIGHT!
Wow. A Mortal Kombat moment. I think sipping green tea and watching Mortal Kombat fatalities collected onto YouTube is pretty much never what a tea company has in mind for their product. Still fun, though, in an odd kinda way. Anyway, on to the tea. This is really demmed good! The dry leaf is a beautiful deep green and the broth seems hearty to me, a rich full mouthfeel with barely any astringency. I blame my mis-steep the other night or making it seem astringent then. I like that this is one of the first deep greens that I have tried that doesn’t make me think of the fish-based plant fertilizer I use for my orchids.
Ah lub ewe nottea. Ah lub ewe sew mush.
Seriously though – Sometimes it’s 10 pm and I know I really really shouldn’t drink any more tea, and I DEFINITELY shouldn’t kill that pint of Ben and Jerry’s HalfBaked in the freezer, but I just might chew through a limb if I don’t have something awesome and snack-like to put in my face-hole pretty much immediately. Usually it is at these moments that my boyfriend hides under the covers with an ipad and Netflix. This is fair, as usually the first limb I decide to chew through is not attached to me. However, when I am reminded in a timely manner of the existence of honey, cream, and this tea, his appendages are saved for another day. Remember kiddies, zombievirus may not start at home, but it can end there.
(FYI: The plague will actually kick off someday in a major metropolitan area, on public transport. I know, I have ridden the DC metro.)
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Edit: I just realized that SOMEONE filled my kettle today with bleachy-tasting tap water. Wow. I am gonna LOVE this tea once I get that cleaned better.
RE-edit: Yup. This was awesome. Drank it like a week ago though. Everything I had hoped and a little more. I really should have taken notes.
It is no fault of this tea that I really don’t like anise, but I don’t. I really don’t. I somehow glossed over that key word ‘aniseed’ in the description and ordered it anyway. Eww. I messed this one up though, it is no fault of the blend.
My friend used to make his own absinthe, high test stuff made with everclear. We all hated it, it tasted like poison, wormwood and anise. Which meant we would only drink it when we were out of options and too drunk to go somewhere to get anything better to drink. I never want to wake up sweating insecticide and twizzlers ever again.
This was included with a swap from Jes. Yay! Erm, but is it ok if I don’t like it? :)
This tea and I don’t get along very well. It smells kinda like warm pink jello, playdough, or plastic and tastes… pink. Don’t really know how to describe it. I saw the bergamot, so I was not expecting to love the tea anyway, as I was prepping for something kinda like an Earl Grey. The smell is powerful, but once I got past the nose it was a much milder candy sweetness, like a pink starburst, and it tasted far less fake and plastic-y than it smelled. Tried adding a tiny bit of sugar about halfway through the cup. Ooops. I liked it less then. Glad I got a chance to try this, and equally glad it was a sample and I didn’t buy a whole tin! (Which I might’ve if I’d seen it first because they are beautiful!)
THIS. This definitely goes on the short list of teas I want to curl up with for the winter. I actually requested a swap of this from Jes thinking it would be for the bf. He loves mango lassi. Now we both adore this ‘evening snack’ tea. I am keeping it. In fact, even though there are several more cups in my cupboard I’ve already ordered more. Will add details tonight.
Went to Spaworld today for the first time. If you have a Korean spa anywhere near you you should go. I have decided that this is where I live now when the world gets me down. The routine goes something like this; give someone $35 then put your shoes, clothes and cell phone away for the next (up to) 24 hours. Get naked in your gender-specific locker room and go take a shower. Hit the shower/pool/sauna/hot tub/cold tub/infrared rest area of you choice, or all of them. Put on a comfy cotton orange prison jumper and go to the co-ed areas. Get yourself a bubble tea. Scope everything out and relax. Go to the hot rooms made of crystals, salt, ice, charcoal and pine, clay, or the omgomgomg red clay ball pit. Hit all of them. Seriously. Really wish you had thought to bring some iced green tea. Get a massage, salt rub, waxing, spicy tofu soup or dumpling depending on budgetary restrictions. Go lie under two inches of hot red clay balls again until you are putty. Shower again then go lie down someplace comfy for an hour or so. Nap. Repeat until you absolutely positively must be jacked back in to teh worlds again. Best $35 EVER.
In other news, I tried this sample right before I went out today. This is really great and if my third steep had gone with me instead of sitting neglected on the dining room table it would have made everything better. I think ashmanra and scharp covered the description well, and I am a bit too blissed at the moment to try to add to their insights. This makes two of three samples I have tried from Nuvola that I must have more of. Pretty impressive considering I haven’t tried the third yet and already ordered more of the first.
I really enjoyed this tea, I know I did. Trouble is, I opened this sample the other night when I was really really not feeling good.
Here’s what I do know: I strained one cup off for the bf but left the ‘bits’ floating in mine. This was Brenden’s suggestion and I liked it. Camomile flowers are awesome all waterlogged and juicy, they kinda burst like teensie sweet little teapods when you chomp them. But… I really didn’t feel good that night and by the time I finished my cup (and half of his) my stomach was calm and I was out cold. Can’t properly review or rate because brain was off and I was unconscious before my teapot cooled. I am quite certain however that it was an excellent choice for a self-pitying tummy-aching, whinging, whining, it’s late and I wanna go to bed but everything feels like poo kinda night.
First, some background:
My first try with this sample was yesterday, and I shared it with the s.o. – who had also never tried a lapsang souchong before. He commented that it tasted, of course, like a campfire. And like scotch.
(Storm prep 101= acquire booze… achievement unlocked)
10:37 am, Alleged Storm Day:
Someone MIGHT have dribbled the teensiest bit of Ardbeg into my second steeping. That same someone might have also added one little brown fancy sugar cube and curled up in her pj’s with a view of the storm. Can’t say for sure. I can say that the first steeping tasted like two very different things; that super primal manmakefirecookbuffalo smell that I find unbelievably sexy, and the house I like to pretend I grew up in. Weird. My grandma’s place is full of antiques, many of them salvaged from her grandmother’s house after the old place had a lightning strike. Camelback steamer trunks, dolls and framed daguerreotypes smell like fire for good reason anyway though.
This. Is. Beautiful.
So, super storm hurricane whatever hitting today, raining already and I made it halfway to the office before deciding not to get trapped at work. Reading and cocoa today instead. Pj’s likely. Was going to have chai, but eww. I just ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee by adding a touch of this. I know, I bastardized this tea. Since this is the third time I have attempted to drink this, each time dressing it up more and more, I think can review with some authority though.
I know several people like this, in fact that is why I got it. Maybe they just sent me an off bag, but this is awful. My boyfriend claims it’s a big bag of ground coriander. I have never eaten a coriander, or to my knowledge seen one in the wild. Not sure I can describe it. There is a little ground ginger in this bag, and some cinnamon if I taste really hard, but mostly there is a bitter aromatic herb that has gripped my soft palate and is accumulating there making me kinda ill. I have tried this with some water, milk and sugar, good cream and honey. Pouring those out was sad, but losing a perfectly good cup of french press coffee was the last straw. If my favorite Indian restaurant doesn’t blow or swim away in this storm I will go find out what herb blend he uses.
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